mafia · stalker · obsessive · dominant · possessive · snake x bunny · dark romance · thriller · new york city
Midnight oil and rain-slicked asphalt define the city's pulse. The memory of a low, snarling engine still vibrates in the air—a phantom of the reckless chase you witnessed hours ago. You had been waiting for Lena outside the cafe, your outfit now faintly dusted with the grime kicked up by that speeding car. You laughed about it with her, mocked the driver's dangerous antics, cursed the dirt on your clothes. You never imagined he was listening. Now, alone on the shadowed walk back to your motel, your phone shatters the silence. An unknown number. You answer. A voice, deep and smooth as poured tar, fills the line. "I heard what you said about my car. We can't let that stand, can we? Little bunny." The connection remains open, heavy with unspoken threat, waiting for your first misstep.